Ye Jian saw that his father's face was as gray as death, and his lips trembled directly when he looked lifeless.
She didn't dare to say that she was afraid that when her father knew it, her heart would be so sad that something went wrong. He loved her mother so much and looked forward to reunion with her mother so much.
As a result, she, the daughter, would personally smash his hope for more than twenty lives.
"Dad, these are the original words my mother wrote in the diary. I don't take it with me now. I will show you my mother's diary when I get home next time. My mother really doesn't hate you." Ye Jian didn't dare to say goodbye. Yes, I just hope that these words will make my father feel comfortable.
"Silly daughter, your mother didn't hate me, but she was disappointed, disappointed..."
Dad Fu shook his head softly, smiling and crying, so sad that his shoulders collapsed. "There is a saying, "Sorrow is more than heart-death"... Silly daughter, your mother's heart is dead, so how can you hate Dad."
Ye Jian had no way to answer this, because the mother's diary did reveal a heart-death aura. When she read it, she understood that her mother "sorrows more than her heart-death". That's why she hates her father and thinks he abandoned it. mother.
But what's wrong with dad
No.
Dad is not wrong.
"No, no, Dad, when you read your mother's diary, you will see that your mother really didn't regret being married with you. I swear, mother really didn't regret it."
Although my mother was very sad, she did not regret it.
Dad Fu knew that this was his daughter to comfort him. Seeing that Ye Jian had already cried with tears on his face, he quickly drew out a tissue and hurriedly wiped Ye Jian's tears.
The action was too fierce, and I didn't notice that there was a set of tea set on hand, and I inadvertently swept it with one hand, and all the small tea cups made of purple sand on the tea set were touched, and even the purple sand teapot was almost overturned.
"Don't cry, don't cry..." Nor did he pick up the overturned tea cup, Dad Fu moved awkwardly to wipe Ye Jian's tears, "Don't cry, don't cry, if your mother knows that I'm making you cry, please be sure. Blame me."
"Dad knows. If you don't say it, you don't want Dad to be sad. Dad knows... You know, good girl, don't cry. Your mother is such a kind person, how can you hate Dad, Dad knows, don't cry."
In a hurry, Dad Fu said everything from his hometown.
How could he let his daughter be sad
can not!
he can not!
No matter how his wife hates him or blames him, he will suffer.
Outside, the old gentleman walked up with a cane, and the sound of "pedaling" alarmed the father and daughter in the tea room. Ye Jian drew a tissue to wipe her tears. He didn't feel embarrassed to let Dad Fu wipe the tears for her.
"It's getting late, we have to set off, otherwise we can't catch the plane. If you have anything, you can say it on the car or on the plane." The old gentleman came over to remind the time and listen to the situation inside by the way.
Dad Fu took the lead to get up, anxiously and fiercely, his tall and big body shook fiercely, shocked that Ye Jian got up, and his eyes were quick to support Dad Fu.
I felt that Dad Fu, who was turning black in front of him, stabilized his body, patted Ye Jian's hand in front of his arm gently, and whispered in a low voice, "Don't tell your grandfather, the old man is old. Don't take it anymore."
When opening the door in the past, Dad Fu still pressed Ye Jian on his back and pressed the corner of his eyes, for fear that the old man would see the difference.
The old man didn't ask how he said it, and when he glanced wisely across the tea room, he knew that he must have said it.